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'CONFEDERATE  AMERICA 


R.  LYNDEK  COWPEE. 


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Primum  ego  me  illorum  dederim 

Quibus  esse  poetii, 
Excerpam  numero; 
Ingenium  cui  sit,  cai  mens  divinior 

atque  os 
"Magna  sonaturum  des,  nominis  hajug 

honorem. — Hon  • 


Eik  naphela  gibborim. 
Wayobedu  Kelee  milchamah. 

How  are  the  mighty  fallen ! 

And  the  weapons  of  war  peri3had!- 


•  David. 


RALEIGH  : 

AND    JOS    OFFICB    8TBAM    POWER    PREdS    PRINT 

1864. 


RESPECTFULLY  DEDICATED 

TO  £he 

PRESIDENT,    THE    CABINET,    CONGRESS 

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AND    THE 

TRIUMPHANT  WARRIORS  OF  THE  SOUTH. 


-,ui,f        "CONFEDERATE  AMERICA." 

tXow«a-.  C*d.To  q0(j  t^e  Qreat  Almighty  King 
Let  harps  resound  :  attune  and  sing 
Of  Jupiter,  Mars,  or  Achilles, 
And  gods  of  wars,  and  purpled  seas, 
Of  Titans  torn  on  bloody  field, 
And  scarlet-wound,  or  batter'd  shield, 
Of  fallen  Trojans— glory — fame, 
Bright  laurels,  and  immortal  name  : 
Awake  then  Lyre,  praise  Father,  Son, 
And  Freedom's  battles  fought  and  won  ! 


Rejoice  !  a  new  born  Kingdom's  here  ! 

A  Land  of  splendor,  fresh  and  dear  ! 

Lo  !  the  night  of  gloom  hath  nearly  gone  ; 

Light's  eye-lids  ope  ;  Aurora's  dawn 

Is  blushing  now;  the  redden'd  sky 

Tells  that  the  golden  sun  is  nigh  ! 

Let  Freemen  shout,  and  heroes  reign 

O'er  Southern  clime  and  rolling  main  I 

View  Americ's  Land  scarce  in  birth, 

Ere  oppression's  arm  would  crush  to  earth 

Our  trusting  heart  and  growing  pride 

To  hope  and  fortune  here  denied  ! 

A  jealous  inU-: 

Made  northern  King  crave  freemen's  dust ! 

Their  shining  arms,  united  power, 

Strove  to  pluck  from  us  a  flower ; 

But  burnish'd  sword,  nor  chary  chief, 

Shall  win  a  single  scented  leaf  ! 

Their  Navies  proud  swam  mighty  seas, 

And  thought  to  rule  a  South  with  ease  : 

Loud  echoed  trumpets,  for  the  sound 

Of  soldiers  tramp  so  wide  around. 

But  Freemen  rose,  like  Israel's  band, 

For  Altars  dear  and  cherish'd  land  ! 

With  sword  unsheath'd  flag  on  high, 

We  swear  to  God  to  rule  or  die  ! 

Loud,  long  and  steady  was  oppression's  roar 

By  Freemen  heard  Prom  tyrant's  shore ; 


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And  thousands  fell  on  bloody  plain, 
Whilst  distant  fleets  in  stormy  main, 
Fought  bravely  Surges  of  the  Blue 
And  bade  the  land  a  long  adieu ! 
On  mount  or  vale,  on  hill  and  field, 
March' d  cowards  with  their  shining  shield  : 
Then  clash'd  the  steel  and  sabre-stroke — 
Then  champions'  wrath  full  high  awoke — 
Then  cannon  boom'd ;  carnage  wide, 
Caused  northern  blood  to  flow  in  tide  I 
Aloft  our  banner  spread  her  wing, 
O'er  southern  clime  and  northern  king  I 
And  heroes  noble  saw  it  there, 
Unmolested  calm  in  native  air  ! 
Yes,  Southrons  saw  it,  true  to  sight, 
Near  sun  by  day,  by  stars  at  night, 
Still  onward,  on,  expand'd  wing, 
Triumphant  o'er  a  North  and  king ! 
That  banner  proud  well  knew  the  cause, 
And  cheer'd  a  South  in  mighty  wars  : 
Yes,  God,  its  Author,  ba.de  it  soar 
Till  tyrants'  tramp  be  heard  no  more  ! 
Ah,  who  could  reign  when  he  forbade  ? 
When  arm  omnipotent  oppression  stayed  ! 
Tho*  contest  hard,  true  history's  page 
Shall  deeds  record  of  youth  and  age. 
Our  banners  wrap  the  fallen  brave — 
They  sleep  in  fame's  immortal  grave — 
Sound  minister  praise  sire  and  son — 
Who  live  to  soe  their  freedom  won  ! 
Yes  victory's  voice  we'll  hear  at  last — 
Triumph's  trumpet  shall  give  the  blast — 
And  shame,  defeat,  ah,  fearful  loss 
Their  chieftains  claim  that  fallen  host — 
As  back  to  country  and  her  king 
To  tell  of  us  that  clippid  her  wing!! 
Dark  truly  was  our  Nation's  year — 
Thus  rose  the  south  thro'  grief  and  tear — 
Dark  were  the  clouds  across  our  breast ; 


By  trials  here  gain'd  we  rest ! 

The  storms  that  black' d  the  once  blue  sky — 

The  smoke  that  hid  the  sun's  bright  eye — : 

The  soldiers'  tramp  across  the  plain — 

7he  mighty  fleet  that  swarm  the  main — 

Their  chiefs  and  lords,  shall,  ere  long,  have  fled 

To  sleep  in  shame's  dishonored  bed! 

The  martial  sound  shall  die  away ; 

The  star  of  hope  shed  bright  its  ray ; 

The  morning  light  shall  shine  in  peace ; 

To  the  rising  of  a  modern  Greece  ! 

What  heroes  sprang  to  give  us  life  ; 

What  scenes  of  sorrow  and  of  strife  ; 

At  their  approach  fair  Freedom  smiled  ; 

With  valiant  hearts,  unknown  to  guile  ; 

By  God  preserved,  true  men  to  rule; 

In  science  skilled,  war's  bloody  school! 

By  genius  led,  eventful  hand, 

Freedom's  race  was  swift  and  grand! 

No  foe  could  reach  by  ball  nor  shot; 

They  soar'd  above  the  markman's  art ; 

Their  shield  was  God,  their  anchor — truth ; 

Fortune's  children  from  their  youth ! 

No  station  high  could  tempt  their  soul; 

No  hope  of  conquest  made  them  bold ; 

They  fought  for  Right,  this  their  weal ; 

Thy  country's  cause  their  sacred  Seal ! 

No  blemish  theirs  from  youth  to  age ; 

No  less  the  hero  than  the  sage ; 

Did  tyrant's  passion  mark  their  speech  ? 

Or  vice  to  mortals  did  they  teach? 

Stood  not  they  as  fair  as  mortal  men  ? 

Bright  victors  of  a  christian  land  ? 

O  honored  sons,  ye  fallen  free; 

Great  martyr-souls  of  Liberty ; 

Ye  saw  your  South  oppress' d  by  foes — 

Ye  heard  her  sigh  and  felt  her  woes — 

Ye  march'd  amidst  fierce  battles  rage — 

The  grandest  scene  on  history's  page — 


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Yes,  calmly  pointing  to  the  stars — 

And  God  did  bless  the  southern  bars  ! 

"  Onward,"  cried  ye — "  To  the  strite  j" 

And  sublimity  spent  a  hero-life  S 

Your  virtues  shine  like  sabre-beam  ; 

Your  brows  are  laurel' d  ever-green  ; 

Thy  fame  shall  dwell  like  planets  high ; 

Triumphant  in  eternity  S 

This  sacred  name,  great  Washington; 

He  is  our  land's  best  noblest  son  ; 

Nor  clime  can  point  to  such  as  he — 

Who  snapp'd  the  chain,  first  made  us  free  ! 

Yet  distant  worlds  tell  glory's  deed ; 

Or  loudly  of  their  chieftains  read  ; 

Yet  none  shall  speak  in  tones'sofair 

As  can  our  Southern  happy  sphere  ! 

O  Macedon,  write  great  Philip's*  narne  ; 

And  Greece  thy  Alexander's  fame; 

Let  France  pro>  nd  Bonapart; 

Or  Rome  high  praise  a  Cse'sar's  art; 

Let  Wellington  proud  Britain  boast : 

All  tell  their  honor'd  mighty  host;  . 

Yet  tallest  chief,  like  summer's  sun — 

Virginia's  pride — our  Washington  ! 

He  is  centre,  earth's  circle,  fame  ; 

Virtue's  spotless,  jewel'd  name! 

Whilst  stars  revolve,  he  sheds  his  lustre  bright ! 

And  shines  forever  as  a  chiefwhile  planets  blaze  at 

But  struggles  \  clouds  withdrew ;   [night! 

The  light  of  peace  appears  to  view  ! 

Cease  howling  war  and  martial  sound  ;     ■ 

Be  heard  nor  move  in  camp  around ; 

Sa\  Southern  clime  to  joy  awake; 

Triumphant  made  by  sabre  stroke! 

Loud  sing,  ye  Virgins,  true  and  fair, 

The  Lay  of  Dixie — gleeful  air; 

Whi  1  st  y  our  lo  \  e rs  wa  ve 

O'er  the  land  of  free  and  brave  ! 

Tho'  Beauty's  cheek — there  dwell  a  tear 


-red  ones  lost  and  kindred  dear; 
Tho'  mothers'  heart's  sad,  weep  for  sen, 

d  died  on  shield  yet  glory  won  ; 
Tho'  many  a  rose  shall  pine  8 
Whilst  on  the  field  her  hero  lav  j 
Ah  murmur  not — each  death  was  free  — 
They  fought  for  life  and  liberty  ! 
Their  sun  is  fair,  tl 

in  blood  he  had  dipp'd  his  head, 

q  last  they  g&zed  upon  his  light 
To  sleep  in  death's  .immortal  night ! 
Ah,  at  hia  dawn  he  rose  refresli'd. 
A  South  is  free,  pie  blest ! 

union  Southern  join  in  hand 

peace  go  leaping  thro'  the  land. 
Come,  millions  echo  to  our  cause  ; 
See  freemen  bi  ;ust  the  laws; 

Let  shouts  above  be  loudly  sent 
That  Northern  pi 
How  dare  they  glories  ever  sing, 
Since  we  have  clipp'd  their  showy  wing* 

not  their  fleets  once  resplendent,  brave, 
Dispute  our  right  upon  the  wave 
Nor  "  armies  attempt  to  rei 

On  blooming  clime  or  foaming  n 
'Tis  Northern  pride  to  oft  disti 
The  weak  enslave,  the  kind  oppr< 

soul  is  where  her  interests  lead ; 
:  heart  is  just  with: 

who  would  bind  this  nation  free 
Deserves  the  scorn  of  I 
The  pen,  the  mind,  are  e'er  ■  -, — 

Defv  the  king  upon  hia  throne  ! 

tyranta  love  themselves  and  law-. — 

ir  ties  for  freedom  are  as  straws  : 

:  smile's  deceit,  the  deed  is  done; 
The  South  is  free,  her  battle'swonl 
No  foreign  foe,  nor  ruler's  chain 

".  fetter  freedom's  land  again: 


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Her  sons  are  strong,  "brave  the  race ; 

Her  march  is  on  and  quick  her  pace ; 

Upwards  be  her  power  and  name, 

To  top  the  mounts  of  grandest  fame ; 

And  as  a  giant  on  she'll  stride, 

Thro'  the  realms  of  glory  pride  ! 

Be  not  depress'd  by  vision  true, — 

Arise,  my  South,  to  North  adieu ! 

Arise,  as  suns,  resistless  rise, 

And  bound  along  the  happy  skies: 

Thy  strength  and  glory,  grandeur,  state, 

Shall  tower  high,  make  thee  great, 

Yes,  science,  fortune,  genius,  fame, 

Shall  carve  for  thee  a  deathless  name  ! 

God  form'd  the  South  not  for  the  vile, — 

He  lends  it  us  a  little  while ; 

^Twas  for  the  brave  such  as  we 

To  live  and  die  in  Dixie  ? 

This  Edon-clime  shall  e'er  remain 

Thro'  countless  ages  still  the  same : 

Here  let  us  meet,  commingle  free, 

And  drink  good  health  to  liberty  ! 

Blest  land  of  the  South,  our  fathers'  dear  home, 

How  proudly  thy  sons  o'er  it  gladly  shall  roam ; 

Sweet  sphere  of  the  brave,  just  clime  01  the  true, 

Thy  oceans  are  grand  and  skies  are  of  blue  : 

Thy  name  shall  awaken  a  hope  in  the  breast, 

"Where  stranger  may  come  to  find  him  a  rest : 

Dear  land  of  my  soul,  fair  clime  of  my  heart, 

Great  is  thy  prowess,  mighty  in  art; 

Arise  unto  honors,  yet  to  thee  unknown, 

And  fortune  and  splendor  be  ever  thine  own ; 

O  land  of  the  South,  blest  home  of  the  free, 

Fair  souls  of  thy  race  turn  fondly  to  thee ! 

O'er  Europe's  herders,  in  ev'ry  sphere, 

Thy  name  is  sacred,  noble,  dear; 

Thy  glories  prais'd,  thy  virtues  sung 

By  human  harps  and  mellow  tongue  \ 

All  turn  to  freedom's  blissful  home, 


Anel  wish  their  lot  as  is  our  own  : 

Here,  civil  rights,  religious  laws, 

Exemption  from  intestine  wars, 

Produce  a  charm,  create  a  joy, 

Free  from  any  base  alloy  I 

Here,  man  is  monarch,  no  royal  line 

Shall  laud  it  o'er  the  hapless  mind  : 

Wtu;t  nobler  clime  possess'd  by  man  f 

Where  claims  so  grea;  as  sunny  land  / 

For  self,  0  mortal,  see,  look  'round ; 

Survey  thy  wealth,  and  clas-ic  ground  ! 

What  grandeur,  moral,  beauty  state  ! 

How  happy  thou,  and  people's  fate! 

What  brilliant  past,  what  future  fair  ! 

What  glory  '11  hang  around  it  there  ! 

A  present  too  that  richness  lend 

A  charm  beyond  the  poet's  pen  ! 

Land  of  the  South  where  free-men  dwell, — 

Where,  in  whose  cause,  her  children  fell, — 

Gaze,  heroes,  on  thy  grand  domains, — 

See  objects  fit  for  Homer's  strains! 

View  verdant  valleys,  bubbling  streams; 

Rolling  oceans,  western  scenes; 

Bold  mountains  stretch,  and  flow'ry  valee  : 

Cooling  breezes,  scented  gales  ; 

Aud  cities  great  in  science,  art; 

Commerce  trading,  learning,  mart ; 

See  millions  smiling  fertile  plain; 

Harvest  stor'd,  golden  giain; 

Whilst  starry  banners  yet  shall  float 

On  cv'ry  water,  stream  of  note. 

Turn  to  her  hist'ry,  battles,  shield  ; 

Glories  won  on  bloody  field; 

To  statesmen,  poets,  hero,  sage  ; 

To  virgins  fair,  of  blooming  age  ; 

O  who  can  fail  to  love  his  home  ? 

Who  would  forsake,  and  other  own  ? 

When  by  his  side,  a  land  so  free, — 

This  charming  clime  of  liberty  ! 


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Here,  Nature  lends  lier  charms  to  man  ; 
Here,  painters,  poets,  brush  and  pen, 
Sketch,  her  scences,  give  in  rhyme, 
Her  richest  views,  immortal  line  S 
]N"o  Alpine  grandeur,  Italian  grace, 
Can  surpasss  her  vari'd  face  ! 
Great  rivers  gush,  or  splendid  wind 
Side  towring  mounts,  all  clad  in  vine  : 
What  vales  so  sweet,  or  climes  so  fair 
As  blooming  Dixie's  valleys  are  ! 
Search  ancient  worlds  for  scenery  bright,  - 
Let  tourists  of  their  grandeur  write, — 
Or  laud  to  skies  their  glory,  fame, — 
Amidst  their  mighty  lasting  name, — 
Yet  in  this  sphere  of  free-men  brave, 
Where  heroes'  deeds  triumphant  wave, 
Are  splendors  from  our  God  above, 
Shower 'd  widely  in  His  love  ! 
"What  land  where  suns  so  brilliant  shine  ? 
Where  stars  so  softly  rise,  decline  ? 
Where  mounts  or  moons,  or  floods  or  vale. 
Or  hill,  or  lake,  or  fount,  or  cave, 
Appear  to  eye  wrapped  so  sub: 
As  those  of  sunny  Southern  clime  ? 
Land  of  the  South,  thy  race  is  true  ; 
Exalted  more  none  ever  knew  ! 
O  woman  chaste, — e'er  fair  and  free, — 
Grand  goddess  of  our  Liberty ! 
Thy  daughters  sweetest,  brightest, best, 
In  our  charming  clime  of  West : 
No  foreign  eye  can  equal  theirs, — 
No  iount  of  soul  of  purer  tears, — 
Nor  form,  nor  feature,  native  grace, — 
None  living  of  diviner  face !  ■ 
O  beauty-belles  of  sunny  soil, 
For  thee  we  live  and  ever  toil ! 
On  Blue-ridge  mount  of  winter-sr,;, 
Our  lassies  look  like  summer-rose  ; 
Down  deep  in  Dixie  maidens  seen 


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Like  flow'rets  wild  en  plains  J" 

In  eastern  shores  or  climes- of  we?  — 

All,  all  by  nature  lovely,   b> 

Thy  sons  descend  from  noble 

Who  hold  great  virtues  a"d  t 

Should  net  they  e'e  3  be 

And  rule  this  land  of  1. 

Yes,  let  their  banners  stream  on  high, 

Bold  as  beacons  in  I 

The  boast,  the  pride  of  earth  r~ 

The  star  of  hope  is  Son 

Yes,  noblest  sphere,  exempt  from  .         — 

Young  Dixie  is  true  Freedom' 

On  us  are  tyes  of-'  — 

Yes  us,  who  cropped  his 

The  bird  who  soared  within 

Is  comins:  down  on  eai  I 

He  upwards  t 

Amon  and  prou 

In  lofty  ~~~ 

Th 

Eepi 

And  with  them  too  thei 

ath  to  tyi 
No  breath  is  fetter'd  ii  oi ; 

She  gives  to  mortal  thought ; 

Free" 

No  limb,  no  actio?. 
Lest  justice  and  injusl 
"Well  may  the  des[ 
The  coining  grandeur  of  our  ns 
Guard  firm,  0  Free-men  :  I 
Tempting  in  the  colder 
No  ■  Or  kingly 

O'er 
jf  i 

To  their  God  and 
Sphere  of  the  brave,  e; 
Onwards,  upwards,  move  thro'  time  : 


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May  on  thy  seas  grand  Navies  ride, 

May  white-wing' d  commerce  and  blue-tide^ 

Bear  off  our  cotton,  corn  and  wheat, 

Bring  products  good  from  foreign  State ! 

Rise,  millions,  rise, — 'tis  glorious  morn, — 

Praise  in  thunders  the  Nation's  dawn  t 

Rnd,*0  labor,  thy  just  reward ; 

The  humble  great  as  is  the  lord  ; 

Come  harvest  with  thy  plenty  stores  ; 

Come  tropic  fruits  from  distant  shores  : 

Let  art  a»l  science  unsurpass'd — 

Let  virtue,  learning,  rival, — yes 

Reach  far  beyond  the  brightest  mind 

Of  any  other  noted  clime  ! 

Here,  sculptor,  hew  for  self  a  name — 

Give  thy  genius  deathless  lame — 

Here  poets  write,  and  upwards  fly — 

(With  crippl'd  wing,  alas  !  we  try) — 

And  tho'  they  mount  to  realms  of  bliss, 

We  are  destined — chain* d  to  this ! 

IVIy  country  fears  no  artist-feand 

That  shall  exceed  her  genius-man  ; 

Her  merchants  rich,  they  speak  with  pride  ; 

Sound  are  their  names,  their  honer  wide ; 

Her  tradesmen  true ;  with  honest  heart 

Extend  their  blessings  and  their  art ! 

Her  farmers  till  the  fertile  plain — 

Feed  foreign  spheres  with  native  grain — 

They  dwell  in  plenty  j  millions  blest — 

In  this  kingdom  of  the  west  1 

Her  docks  shall  throng  with  countless  sail ;; 

And  from  all  lands  of  distance  hail  j 

Her  schools  shall  thicken  as  stars  in  sky  ; 

Her  college  turrets  reach  on  high  ; 

Let  public  mind  receive  a  share 

Of  learning  free  and  people's  care ; 

This  gives  to  nations  strength  and  pride, 

And  swells  her  streams  to  mighty  tide  ! 

The  Press  xmtrammeird  !  0  shed  thy  ray  j. 


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It  gives  us  one  perpetual  day  ! 

Its  virtue,  power,  goodness,  truth. 

Are  felt  by  age,  by  manhood,  youth. 

The  Press !  'tis  our  country's  boast — 

Tis  college  great  for  peasant  host — 

Here,  all  may  learn  but  for  a  dime, 

The  deeds  of  home  or  foreign  clime! 

Ye  noble  men,  who  hold  the  Press, —    ! 

Let  talents  shine — thy  country  bless  ; 

Transmit  her  thus  to  future  time, 

Enlighten  man,  improve  the  mind  ! 

Here  statesmen  rule,  commanding  great ; 

Be  thou  fore'er  the  pride  of  State  ! 

Here  orators,  patriots,  or  science,  cause, 

Or  such  fair  vers'd  in  science,  laws  ; 

Divines — all  men  of  rank,  degree, 

Stand,  nobly  stand  in  unity  ! 

Our  armies'  triumphs  brilliant  are — 

Our  heroes  weapon's  brightly  glare — 

Our  navy  shall  resplendent  burn — 

Be  glitt'ring  as  the  polished  sun  ! 

And  virtues  swell  a  Nation's  breast ; 

High  thoughts  their  souls  do  deep  invest ; 

Morals  lofty  fill  each  heart, 

And  a  good  to  all  impart. 

Yes,  Southrons  ecern  to  waste  their  hours — 

They  ever  mount  the  highest  towers — 

And  joyous  millions  here  are  blest 

By  action  constant,  free  from  rest ! 

"  Onward,  onward,  ever  on" 

In  county,  city,  village,  town  j 

This  the  motto  ©f  the  free, 

In  our  land  of  liberty. 

If sush  the  present,  what  shall  it  be  ? 

What  shall  the  future  yet  tell  of  thee  ? 

Now  glorious,  still  more  glorious,  great, 

Shall  be  thy  name  and  honored  state. 

Time's  ceaseless  wheel  shall  onward  roll ; 

Splendors  nobler  shall  yet  be  told  ; 


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Thine  art:  , ! ;  ei  ye t  sh all  rise ; 

Thy  learning  reach  fame's  utmost  skies; 
hy  virtues,  flrowledge,  scdence,  sense, 
hine  honors,  ppwe;s,  competence, 
hine  fortune,, commerce, ''name  and  trade 

And  all  th  n  be  said, 

Shall  ton  3t  round  of  fame, 

And  give  to  thee  eternal  name  ! 

Mighty  nation  o  ave, 

E'er  may  ■  ;   c  ; 

Thine  em,  hifrom  sea  to  sea, 

Thine  bre  y  ! 

Let  ruthless  hands  ne'er  molest 

The  seeds  of  gi  i  thy  breast; 

Nor  tyrant's  sceptre  ever  wave 

O'er  this  Eden    <  ive  1 

This  empire  broad,  God's  choicest  gem 

E'er  virtue's  wreath  be  thy  diadem. 

This  hallow'd  gift,  this  precious  boon, 

Vouch  saf'd  by  heav'n,  by  chieftains  won; 

By  time  more  lustrous  be  thou  made 

Whilst  ma  ay  a  land  is  lowly  laid. 

Columbia  2  let  thy  torches  brightly  blaze  ; 

Let  tongues  of  millions  give  thee  praise  ; 

Let  distant  nations  turn  their  eye 

Toward s  o  1 1  . 1 1  d  genial  sky, 

And,  cheer'd  by  vision,  firm  declare 

To  breathe  alone  but  freedom's  air. 

Let  their  vows  be  made  on  high, — 

To  do  as  Dixie,  or  to  die. 

Yes,  snap  tke  chains  tha*  fetter  mind ; 

Bow  but  to  Him,  the  All-Divine  ! 

My  country  !  ascend  ye  temples  to  the  stars- 
Preserve,  O  God,  our  cross  and  bars — 

Let  them  onward  massive  grow, 

Earth's  admiration  here  below. 

May  they  ever  grandly  tower — 

Increase  in  beauty,  virtue,  power. 

All  eyes  are  now  upon  the  brave ; 


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Tho'  tyrants  en 

Monarchs  hate,  swtfB^^^^^H 

When  liberty  she  .'  its 

Yes,  Southrons,  guflB  -d — 

Ye  children  oj^  chnlfei 

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A  a  1 1 

O'er  fallen  he. 

Let  Nation's  t 

id  fell  to  give  us  birth. — • 
May  ev'ry 

>'  dead,  they  li. 
Place,  0  high 

To  si 

A  monument  q 
Reard  by  God  to 
Grov. 

There  sleep  the  brave  of  Nation's  doom  ! 
Ye  stars,  ye  suns,  ye  climes  above, 

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Blow  ye  zephyrs,  scent  the  a 

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Ye  chieftains,  warriors,  surviving  now, 
Thy  South  of  glory  crowns  thy  brow; 
Thy  laurels  green — miUigm  rah- 
United  vol. 

: 

In  South  ty  ! 

By  our  past  of  splendid  deed  , 

By  the  hist'rv  of  our  freed  ; 

By  our  present,  future  fa 

Swear  to  keep  our  honor'd  name  ! 

Can  our  glory  e'er  be  1 

If  we  remember  what  it  cost  f 


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By  the  blood  spilt  on  the  field — 

By  the  deaths  upon  the  shield — 

By  bold  battles  on  blue  wave — 

By  the  tracks  that  glory  made —  , 

Swear  to  love  thy  country  best, 

Hoping  for  her  constant  rest ! 

Palsied  be  the  arm  and  tongue 

That  move  to  tear  our  temples  down  ; 

And  dark  the  soul  that  hopes  to  tell 

Of  Freedom's  fall  or  where  she  fell ! 
Columbia  Soutfy  thou  queen  of  skies 
'Ihon  gem  of  earth  to  honor  rise  : 

Let  fairest  smiles  around  thee  play; 

Let  genius  light  thee  with  its  ray  ; 

Whilst  on  thy  ramparts  banners  stream; 
Below  them  wave  rich  fields  of  green. 
Be  lasting  as  thine  granite- hills  ; 
Untarnish'd  as  thy  pearly  nils  ; 
On  rock  eternal  thou  shall  stand, 
Protected  e'er  by  "  Freedom's  Band  J  " 
No  tempest,  Ptorm,  shall  sweep  away 
This  blooming  spot  of  Liberty  ! 
Whilst  God  permits  the  sun  to  stand 
Alike  shall  reign  Americ's  land  j 
Bold  as  planets  in  the  sky, 
As  ev'ning  shadows  gather  nigh  ! 
Then  flourish  in  immortal  youth, 
Thou  land  of  love,  and  child  of  truth! 
Shout  millions,  shout — the  day  is  won  J 
'Tis  Freedom's  dawn,  and  glory's  sun  ! 
Boom  cannons,  boom — and  loud!?/  roar 
In  thund'ring  praise  from  sea  to  shore  ! 
Rise  chieftain,  rise — thou  hast  claim 
To  honors  and  immortal  name  ! 
Sing  Virgins,  sing — let  earth  delight 
In  scenes  of  peace,  in  truth  and  might! 
Sound  timbrel,  sound — hail  JVat'onfrec  f 
Our  Gvdj  our  Cross,  and  Liberty! 


Hollinger  Corp, 
PH8.5 


